Fleeting Hours

Time slips through my hands like sand on the floor One breath,

one chance, then it is yours no more I watched the clock

sell hours for a pocket full of dust We waited on money,

on love, on someone to trust Minutes kept moving while our plans

stayed in line A whole year disappeared while we asked for a

sign Everybody chasing what they think will make them whole Gold in

the window, but a hole in the soul Nobody perfect,

we just learn where we bend Trying to start living before the

story has an end

Time runs away, and it never runs back

Every second we lose is a stone in the sack We wake

up older, asking where it all went Life is a receipt for

the days that we spent Time runs away,

and it never runs back

So hold what you love before it fades from your track

One day you rise,

and the mirror feels strange The face looking back carries seasons of

change Friends had children,

old roads got renamed Dreams got polite and the hunger got tamed

We call it the grind,

but it grinds us in turn We pay with our hours for

the lessons we learn This world asks clean answers from fractured hearts

But every real human is made out of parts

Time runs away, and it never runs back

Every second we lose is a stone in the sack

We wake up older,

asking where it all went Life is a receipt for the days

that we spent Time runs away,

and it never runs back

So hold what you love before it fades from your track

If perfection was real,

we would not need grace

If winning was peace,

we would all know its face

Maybe the point is not taking control

Maybe it is presence,

with scars on the soul I am not preaching,

I am counting the cost A life can look full while the

living gets lost

Time runs away, and it never runs back

Every second we lose is a stone in the sack

We wake up older,

asking where it all went Life is a receipt for the days

that we spent Time runs away,

and it never runs back

Do not wait for life to begin It is already here,

under your skin